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Euthanasia Trial Verdict Wrong on all Counts

Sunday Star Times(NZ), 11 April 2004 By Frank Haden

Lesley Martin was found guilty by a set of provincial jurors whose verdict reflected the conservative outlook of rural New Zealand.

The Wanganui jurors' verdict was wrong, a slap in the face for humanitarian concern for suffering fellow creatures. Would there have been a different result had her case been transferred to the High Court in Wellington and heard by a metropolitan jury?

Martin was charged with being compassionate. She found no compassion in the jury that passed judgment.

In her book To Die Like a Dog she had flung down her challenge to outdated beliefs, and she paid the price for her temerity.

Since there was no justice in the jury's verdict, though it was within the law as it stands, it is now up to Justice Wild to restore equity by discharging her without conviction when he considers her sentencing. His record as a wise, compassionate judge gives every hope that he will do so.

The regressive forces of religious prejudice, declaiming from the lofty pedestals of their ignorance that "only God has the right to end life", will be outraged if he does. They will thrust their superstitious "Thou shalt not" prohibitions into Justice Wild's face, and into the public's face, demanding the supremacy of the Ten Commandments be endorsed, no matter what suffering they cause.

Equally furious will be the supporters of the view that bad law must be upheld just because it is the law, no matter how much evidence shows it is long past its use-by date. The repeal of bad law comes about through public opinion change. Martin's book is taking a leading role in applying pressure to have an antiquated, inhumane, superstitious ban on allowing patients facing an inevitable slow, agonising death to have the suffering relieved so they can "go gentle into that good night" of painless oblivion.

One of those public opinion polls we're always being told about ought to ask its guinea-pig audience: "Should a person in the last stages of cancer, when morphine has ceased to relieve or even mask intolerable pain, be condemned by the law to tough it out, to scream their days through till they die from natural causes?"

There's no doubt which way the vote would go in answering a question put in those terms. Make no mistake: Whatever the well-intentioned people of the hospice movement may say, morphine does not provide relief when pain becomes massive, as it does in the final stages of most cancers. We should not expect anything else, when we consider the merciless way the multiplying rogue cells eat away at their host's nerve-laden tissue and bone.

It is unfortunate when palliative care doctors say there is no reason for patients to suffer, and there is nothing inevitable about pain at the end of life. It's inevitable all right. Ask doctors who can be relied on for a straight answer. They will tell you morphine's effectiveness comes and goes.

Even when doctors have decided to give overdoses of morphine with the nominal intention of relieving pain but with the unspoken object of ending an intolerable life, it can take days for the patient to reach the longed-for end.

The Martin trial jurors, when they reflect on their verdict, may recall what the prosecutor said at the start of the trial. He set them off on the wrong foot when he told them it made no difference whether or not Martin's mother asked her to end her life. In other words, the suffering of the dying woman, her agonised pleas for release, were of no account. The letter of the law, with all its faults, had to be observed.

Martin was required by the antiquated legislation to shut her ears to her mother's groans. She had to say, no matter what it cost her in denying her natural instincts as a loving daughter: "Sorry, Mum, but I'm not allowed to do anything to help. You'll just have to grin and bear it. The priests and the parsons, like Shylock, demand their pound of flesh from the law. And the self-centred fools who fill Parliament back them up."

All the claptrap that occupied the 13 days of the trial, as lawyers argued loftily about whether or not Martin had enough politically correct "support" in looking after her mother, whether she had a clear recollection of events and what she said to police, was irrelevant.

The bottom line is Martin promised her mother she would not let her die slowly and painfully, then sought to comply with her mother's request for an end to her suffering.

That cannot be any sort of crime.

(c) Fairfax New Zealand Ltd 2004 reproduced courtesy of Sunday Star-Times

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